I wrote the following poem several months ago, partly inspired by my own experience with the National Health Service (NHS) and those of others with far worse conditions than my own, reported widely in television documentaries, local newspapers, and magazine articles. I recognize that the overall tone is quite dark, but I tried to write from the perspective of someone who has reached the point of despair within the NHS system.
NHS Nightmare
by William Lollar
Across Gelliwastad, I felt the pain
And my breath became shorter but then I’d regain
That feeling that God was hunting me down
With his sights set on me in the middle of town.
Have I come all this way and all these years
To die without family or friends to shed tears
Near the steeple, the shops, and yesterday’s market
Yet alone on the pavement Continue reading

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